"Sure enough, he's stronger than Shui Bing'er when it comes to self-created soul skills."
On the other side, in the spectator stands, Hu Liena watched Shui Wuhen's performance below, a glint flashing in her eyes.
With her eyesight, she could naturally tell that Shui Wuhen's control over self-created soul skills was far beyond Shui Bing'er's. It was even highly likely that this self-created soul skill had been created by Shui Wuhen himself.
"I wonder if this Shui Wuhen also possesses any spirit bones. If he does…"
Hu Liena felt uncertain. From the previous matches, it was obvious that Shui Wuhen had given that Wisdom Skull Spirit Bone to Shui Bing'er.
Logically speaking, if he hadn't even absorbed that best spirit bone, then he was even less likely to have absorbed the other two.
In fact, for other soul masters, obtaining even a ten-thousand-year spirit bone would already be a blessing. Who would have the luxury to be picky? But Shui Wuhen was different. As long as he didn't die, reaching the peak of soul masters in the future was practically guaranteed. Naturally, he had the right to choose.
After all, the other two spirit bones were of wind and fire attributes, which didn't match well with Shui Wuhen's ice attribute.
So even Hu Liena couldn't be sure whether Shui Wuhen had any spirit bones.
At this moment, Hu Liena suddenly noticed Tang San on the opposite side of the Hell Arena, her heart filled with mixed emotions.
This was the first time she had liked a man so deeply, yet she hadn't expected his identity to be the son of Tang Hao, the mortal enemy of Spirit Hall.
In the Hell Arena, Articuno saw how easily Shui Wuhen had dealt with his opponent and couldn't help but complain, "So this is the so-called Hell Arena where survival is a one-in-ten chance? Too weak, too weak. It's not even my turn to act."
"Alright, alright."
Shui Wuhen comforted, "This is my first time participating, so naturally the opponents are weaker. Besides, if it were your turn to act, it would mean we're in serious trouble."
"Hmph! That's true."
Articuno snorted lightly, accepting the explanation.
"Hahaha, good, very good!"
Just as Shui Wuhen killed his opponent and secured victory, a cold female voice rang out. Immediately after, a woman with a curvaceous figure and revealing clothing descended from the sky, landing on a pillar at the corner of the arena.
As soon as she appeared, the atmosphere froze. The fallen ones present all recognized her—one of the Slaughter King's most favored women, Anna!
Anna looked at Shui Wuhen and nodded in satisfaction. "I didn't expect that besides the Blood Queen, the Hell Messenger, and the Slaughter King, our Slaughter City would have another expert like you!"
She had originally come to recruit Shui Bing'er, but she hadn't expected to witness such a one-sided battle. From what she saw, this newcomer's strength was definitely not below that of the Blood Queen.
Hearing this, Shui Wuhen frowned slightly. Articuno on his shoulder also looked at Anna with interest, curious about her purpose.
Anna pointed at Shui Wuhen, curling her lips. "You… are you willing to join Slaughter City and become a member of the enforcement team?"
As soon as these words came out, the entire arena erupted. Shock, jealousy, anger, envy, disbelief—countless emotions were directed at Shui Wuhen.
"I refuse to accept this! I refuse!!!"
After a moment, before Shui Wuhen could respond, someone in the stands shouted in protest.
Anna turned her gaze toward the speaker—a burly middle-aged man with a sinister look.
The man stepped forward, his eyes blood-red, his tone filled with madness. "I've been in Slaughter City for five years. I've won sixty-one matches in the Hell Arena, and more than six hundred people have died by my hands. Even so, my applications to join the enforcement team have been rejected multiple times!"
As he spoke, he pointed at Shui Wuhen and roared angrily, "And him? He just entered the Hell Arena today! What right does he have to join the enforcement team? Just because of that soft, delicate face of his?"
His words gained the approval of many fallen ones, with numerous people nodding and even voicing agreement.
However, among the crowd, Tang San looked at the commotion and sneered inwardly. "They've drunk too much Bloody Mary and gone stupid. Not only can't they see through Shui Wuhen's strength, they even dare question this woman's decision. They're courting death."
Thinking this, Tang San quietly retreated, afraid of being implicated.
Although he wasn't weak, that woman represented the mysterious Slaughter King. It was better to remain cautious.
While Tang San often turned bloodthirsty when it came to Xiao Wu or his parents, under normal circumstances, he remained quite calm.
Not far away, Shui Bing'er's expression turned cold as she looked at the sinister middle-aged man. He dared insult her beloved brother—she would find an opportunity to deal with him.
Outside, she might have hesitated to kill over mere words, but this was Slaughter City—a gathering place for fallen ones and criminals.
Here, she would feel no psychological burden killing such people.
Facing the man's challenge, Anna did not refute him. Instead, her eyes shifted as she smiled. "If you're dissatisfied, you can challenge him. Whoever kills him will earn the qualification to join the enforcement team."
The moment these words fell, the fallen ones went completely mad. Joining the enforcement team meant obtaining the rarest thing in Slaughter City—safety!
From then on, they wouldn't have to worry about being killed in their sleep or in moments of weakness, because behind them would stand the king of Slaughter City—the Slaughter King!
"Alright, it's a deal!"
The sinister man immediately leapt into the arena, rushing toward Shui Wuhen with a ferocious grin.
Following behind him were three Soul Douluo-level fallen ones, even stronger than him, quickly catching up.
"Not good!"
Seeing this, Shui Bing'er's expression changed.
So many fallen ones attacking together—even she, with three spirit bones, couldn't withstand it. Among them were numerous Soul Douluo and Soul Sage experts.
Leaping over the railing, she rushed toward Shui Wuhen.
However, as a level 70 Soul Sage, her speed couldn't match those Soul Douluo. When the leading attackers were only two or three meters away from Shui Wuhen, she was still more than ten meters away.
But just as anxiety filled her heart, what happened next made her stop mid-flight.
"Sigh…"
Looking at the incoming crowd, Shui Wuhen sighed inwardly. "Isn't living good enough? Why insist on seeking death?"
With a flip of his hand, an ice-blue long blade emitting a cold glow appeared.
By now, seven or eight fallen ones had already reached him, with a massive army behind them, all eager to kill him and claim the enforcement team position.
In the next instant, Shui Wuhen swung his blade.
A long-unused technique—Ice Slash—reappeared.
Brilliant ice-blue blade lights flickered into existence and vanished. Each streak cut through the air, bringing with it severed limbs, splattering blood, and at least one life.
Moments later, Shui Wuhen stood atop a mountain of corpses, his clothes only slightly stained.
The frenzied siege… had ended.
The remaining fallen ones stood frozen, trembling, staring at him as if he were a terrifying monster.
So many attackers, including Soul Douluo and Soul Sage experts—against such odds, even a Title Douluo without soul skills might fall.
Yet this man stood completely unharmed, his movements smooth and effortless. Was this even humanly possible?
In the stands, Hu Liena, who hadn't participated, stared at the boy standing amid a sea of blood and corpses. Her earlier conflicted emotions about Tang San vanished, replaced by a strange new feeling spreading through her heart.
Elsewhere, Tang San's pupils shrank as he inhaled sharply.
He thought he had already overestimated Shui Wuhen, yet even so, when so many rushed him, he believed Shui Wuhen would surely die.
Even he himself would have had nearly zero chance of survival in that situation.
But Shui Wuhen had shattered his expectations—no trump cards, just a single Ice Slash, killing everyone with ease.
Sweat poured down Tang San's forehead as he screamed inwardly, "Avoid him! I must avoid him! If I face him now, I will die!"
He couldn't even sense much soul power consumption—meaning Shui Wuhen hadn't even used half his strength.
In the corner, Anna stared in shock. She had only intended to test his limits.
But she never expected such terrifying power—slaughtering hundreds in moments, including elites with dozens of consecutive wins.
This strength far surpassed even the Blood Queen, Hell Messenger, and Slaughter King she had valued before.
"This person must be recruited!" she decided instantly.
For someone like him, achieving a hundred wins or clearing the Hell Road was only a matter of time. He would almost certainly become a future Killing God. If not recruited, he would become a major threat to Slaughter City.
If he joined, all would be well. If not…
A cold glint flashed in her eyes. He must not be allowed to leave!
"Good, very good, excellent!"
At that moment, a deep, sharp voice echoed throughout the arena.
Shui Wuhen's expression changed instantly.
A powerful pressure descended as a blood-red figure appeared in the air—tall, wrapped in a crimson cloak, pale-faced, with blood-red eyes, floating midair. Clearly, a Title Douluo-level expert.
"The great ruler of Slaughter City—the Slaughter King!"
Seeing him, Anna spread bat wings and flew beside him, bowing respectfully.
The Slaughter King only nodded slightly, focusing entirely on Shui Wuhen below.
At this moment, Shui Bing'er also reached Shui Wuhen's side, watching him warily.
After a long pause, the Slaughter King spoke. "Your strength is impressive. Slaughter City needs talents like you. I can grant you the title of Killing God and appoint you as a guest elder, second only to me."
"Of course…"
He shifted his gaze to Shui Bing'er. "If the Blood Queen is willing, I can offer the same."
Shui Bing'er instinctively glanced at Shui Wuhen. She didn't want to stay in this place, but rejecting him would mean opposing the Slaughter King. She couldn't decide.
"The title of Killing God, second only to one… it does sound tempting."
After a moment of silence, Shui Wuhen smiled faintly.
Hearing this, the Slaughter King was delighted. "That's right! As long as you agree, Slaughter City can give you anything."
But just as everyone thought he would accept—
"However… I refuse!"
The Slaughter King's smile froze. The atmosphere turned icy.
After a moment, his expression darkened. "I advise you to reconsider. You may be strong, but challenging all of Slaughter City is far beyond your ability."
"Don't forget… your soul skills are still sealed!"
He emphasized each word heavily.
Their soul skills were sealed—but his and his subordinates' were not. The gap between having soul skills and not having them was enormous.
Even with self-created soul skills, Shui Wuhen's overall combat strength would still be affected.